SLIDE 36 What Do You See Nurse? Poem What do you see, what do you see? What are you thinking when you’re looking at me? A crabby old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes. What Do We See? Response by Carewest – Author: Marlene Collins “What do we see?” you ask. What do we see? Yes, we need to look deeper when looking at thee. , y y Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try?” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing a stocking or shoe. Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will. With b thi d f di th l d t fill We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss We need to move slower and garner your trust. We should spend far more time to sit by you and talk To bathe you and feed you and help you to walk. To hear of your lives and things you have done— Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son. With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes, you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still! As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters, who loved one another. But time is against us; there’s too much to do. We need to pay attention and see the real you! We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,- With nobody near you, no friends of your own. We feel all your pain and know all your fear. Th t b d th t d i A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet, Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet. A bride soon at 20 – my heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows that I promised to keep. At 25 now I have young of my own Who need me to build a secure happy home. A woman of 30 my young now grow fast That nobody cares now that your end is so near. We should sit and show love when you feel so afraid Instead of just caring whether the beds get made. Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed And the lovely old Dad and the things that he said. We speak with compassion and love and feel sad. When we think of your lives and the joy that you’ve A woman of 30, my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last. At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone, But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn. At 50 once more babies play around my knee, Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead, had. When the time has arrived for you to depart, We hope you feel loved and warm in your heart. We always feel thankful that you shared your last days To enrich our lives in so many ways. I look at the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing young of their own. And I think of the years and the love that I've known. I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel, 'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart, There is now a stone where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered heart swells. I remember the joy, I remember the pain, And I'm loving and living life over again. I think of the years all too few – gone too fast, And accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Note: There is indications in the literature that the poem, ‘Look closer – See me’, was found in a ladies locker after she
Not a crabby old woman, LOOK CLOSER, SEE ME.
in a ladies locker after she passed away
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